After the Rebirth, She Became Mr. Song’s Little Ancestor

Tan Palace, the President's bedroom.

In the bathroom, the water vapor on the mirror reflects the blurry figure in the shower room.

The shower head has been closed.

Song Boyan supported the wet wall bricks with his hands, remembering the previous situation in Danzhu Hall, where the girl straddled herself, even if there was a cloth barrier, it still did not weaken the sensory effect. After all, he is a normal adult man, and it is impossible No reaction.

There are also girls who are equivalent to the honesty of confession...

Those beautiful little deer eyes cast a sincere look, but they are so direct and intense. If it were any man, he would not be able to resist such an expression of true feelings for a long time.

As far as love comes, the bed sex between men and women is also a matter of course.

It's not that he has no desires, and he will also have thoughts of going further to those who have affection for each other.

However, the biggest difference between humans and animals is also here.

People know how to control their desires.

Exposing too much desire will only frighten those around you.

Once this negative emotion arises, it is not easy to eliminate it.

After a long time, Song Boyan pushed open the bathroom door and came out.

There was already a message from Tang Li on the phone.

——"I'm at school! ^-^"

A few minutes later, there was another message: "Rest early."

Song Boyan put down his phone, opened the drawer of the bedside table, and took the cigarette case to the terrace outside. On the night of the beginning of the month, there was one less bright moon in the sky. In front of the main building of the Tan Palace, looking around, except for the large lawn, there was a fountain similar to a small lake. , the waves are glittering.

Looking at this night scene, Song Boyan remembered what he had said to Han Jifeng earlier.

When Han Jifeng asked him if he repaid his feelings because Tang Li saved him, what was his answer?

"Once feelings and kindness are confused, it won't be the scene you see."

Han Jifeng heard it but said, "You don't really like her, you're more like training her to make her what you want, and then let her please you."

"At least when I met her, she wasn't like this now. You seem to tolerate her, but in fact, you indulge her, and in the end you just make her a doll who only listens to you."

"What's more fulfilling than teaching a woman by yourself?"

Han Jifeng's calm analysis was still revolving in his mind.

"For men in high positions, even if power is a spring medicine, there are times when they get bored. In their spare time, training a woman to please themselves is undoubtedly the best flavoring agent."

At that time, he put the teacup back and said only one sentence: "There are many ways for a woman to please a man. People who only care about her body will lose a lot of precious life interest."

In other words, a man who understands the taste of life, in addition to a pair of color eyes, has a pair of discerning eyes, who can read and appreciate a woman through her body.

Han Jifeng understood what he meant and did not continue the debate.

A high-ranking person who can interpret training as a matter of course, Han Jifeng can't be as calm as him, and naturally he can't deal with his calmness.

Song Boyan stood on the terrace, the cigarette in his hand was almost exhausted.

It's easier said than done to teach someone.

If you are not careful, you will lose your soul.

The next morning, Tang Li's cell phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, she pressed the answer button.

In the receiver, after a short silence, it was Jiang Yining's voice that held back his emotions: "You knew from the beginning that Winters and his son were a fraud gang, right?"